Peter was aware of a few things as his consciousnesses slowly returned to him. First was the numbness spreading throughout his entire body. He couldn't feel anything. The stillness made the sound of his pounding heartbeat hurt his ears.

Next he came to terms of the voices that were talking around him, but everything sounded like it was underwater. Clearly, Peter wasn't underwater, because he could breath, so maybe he had a concussion? Wait, how could he have gotten a concussion? Where was he, anyways?

He fought to regain his memories. Was he in bed, about to get up and go to school? No, he remembers already doing that this morning. Wait, the alien cats! Hadn't he... Gotten stabbed by one?

Peter's eyebrows furrowed as his racing mind began to hurt his brain.

"I think he's waking up!" Sally pointed out. Everyone consciously stepped back, and away from Peter, as his eyebrows twitched. Slowly, his eyes blinked open. He looked exhausted.

"Peter?" Ned called out cautiously, his hand hovering uncertainly over his friend's body.

Peter let out a groan. Now that he was back to the land of the living, the pain came flying back to him. How could his arm be numb, but he could still feel the pain?

He blinked his eyes, trying to clear away the fog that smothered his vision. Once everything cleared, he forced himself to sit up. He wasn't particularly fond of lying on a dirty classroom floor, in front of his classmates.

Using his non-injured arm, he pushed himself up. His arm was shaky, and uneven, and he was about to collapse back onto the floor, but Ned quickly caught him. Helping him up into a sitting position, he got Peter leaning against his desk.

Ned studied his friend for a moment. His eyes looked bleary and unfocused, and his left arm was hanging uselessly by his side. He looked pale, and sick. "Bro, are you okay?" He finally decided to ask.

"Can someone... Tell Thor... N-not to bring exotic pets to Earth?" Peter coughed out, an awkward smile creeping up his lips.

Ned furrowed his eyebrows at him. He squashed down the concept that Thor was on Earth, and focused on his friend. "I'm going to call Mr. Stark."

That statement caught Peter's attention. "No, no.. I-I'm fine, don't call him."

"Peter, that is a complete lie." Stacy, a student in Peter's class spoke up, crossing her arms at him.

"I knew that statement didn't fit in with the scenario." Peter replied, shrugging his right shoulder.

Mr. Harrington chose this moment to come and inspect his student. He looked panicked. "Oh my god, we need- we need an ambulance! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Peter looked over at his teacher. "Mr. Harrington, we don't need an ambulance." He tried saying with as much of a clear voice as he could. While Peter was distracted, Ned grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, until he came across Mr. Stark.

Peter quickly heard the ringing of his phone, and looked over, only to see Ned with his phone pressed up against his ear, a determined frown on his face.

"Ned, no don't-"

"Pete? What's going on, aren't you in class right now? Or did your suit get ruined during the fight?"

The class silenced, as soon as they heard the sound of Tony Stark coming from Peter's phone. "Mr. Stark, this is Ned, Peter's guy in the-" Ned quickly paused, "Peter's friend," he corrected himself.

"Ned? What's wrong with Peter? Is he okay-"

"I'm fine Mr. Stark!" Peter yelled at Mr. Stark from his position. He would've grabbed the phone, but Ned was on his left side, and unfortunately his left arm was dead to the world.

"Was that Peter? Put him on the phone." Mr. Stark ordered. Ned hastily put the phone against Peter's ear.

"Pete, What's going on?"

Peter sent Ned a glare, as he replied to Mr. Stark. "Sorry Mr. Stark, Ned..." Peter began thinking quickly for an excuse, "accidentally called the wrong number."

Silence came from the other end of the phone for a while, and the class all sat and waited in apprehension.

"Right, so Ned got a hold of your phone during class and he accidentally called me?"

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but found that his voice had left him. A sigh was heard from Mr. Stark, "I'm coming to get you, just don't move, okay?"

Realizing that arguing with him wouldn't do him any good, he nodded, before he realized that Mr. Stark couldn't see him. "O-okay."

The phone call ended, and Ned pulled it away from his ear. Peter's shoulders slumped. He was surely going to get an earful from Mr. Stark, and then from May, and then from the rest of the Avengers.

"Don't worry Peter, you'll be okay, you'll be fine," Mr. Harrington began rambling, "EVERYONE MOVE BACK AND GIVE HIM SOME SPACE!" His teachers yell sent daggers piercing into his brain, as he tried to shift away from him. Ned grabbed his teachers arm and put a finger to his lips, hoping that he would be quite.

"Oh. Right, sorry." He apologized, a little bit too loud for Peter's comfort.

Nobody said anything, as Peter adjusted himself into a more comfortable position. Now that he wasn't focused on anything else, the pain in his arm started creeping back, only it was worse than before.

Leaning his head back on the leg of his desk, he let out a small groan, his mouth going in a thin line. His face scrunched in discomfort. His shoulder burned with every ragged breath that he took.

"Should I take a look at your shoulder?" Ned asked his friend, cautious of how loud he spoke. Peter could feel sweat forming on his forehead, as he nodded. He felt to much like crap to bother arguing with him.

As carefully as he could, Ned pulled at the top of Peter's shirt, so that he could take a look at the wound. As he peered at his skin, he could see green vein like tendrils spreading from his shoulder and towards his chest.

Some of his classmates must have seen it as well, because a few of them gasped. Ned could see bandages covering the real wound but he didn't want to pull them back, in case it made his wound worse. "Wha-what's wrong?" Peter asked drearily, upon seeing the worried look covering his friends face.

Ned wasn't sure if he should tell his friend the extent of his injury. Luckily, he wouldn't have to make that decision, because the door was abruptly slammed open. A few kids let out small screams of surprise.

Tony Stark walked through the door, in his full red and yellow Iron Man suit. Everyone instantly parted ways for the man as he rushed over to Peter. His face plate opened, as he crouched down in front of him.

"Pete? Kid?"

Peter could hear faint voices calling his name, but he couldn't seem to pinpoint who it was. He was also aware of a new face in front of him, but his vision was blurry and weak. The face came closer, enough that he could see who it was.

"Hi." He coughed out, a small smile covering his lips. "Hi yourself." Mr. Stark replied, relieved that Peter was still capable of speaking.

"Friday, do a scan please." Mr. Stark ordered quickly, a blue light scanning over Peter.

"Sir, Peter has suffered a large stab wound to his shoulder but nothing vital was hit. It appears a poison is running through his arm and is slowly making his body go numb. If the poison reaches his heart, I worry it may be fatal. Medical attention is advised."

Tony's eyebrows furrowed in worry, as he took in all of the information. "Alright, let's get you up, we need to get you back to the tower." Peter groaned in protest. He really didn't want to move. He was already fighting to keep bile in his throat, and he was convinced he would be sick.

"Your the one who got yourself into this mess." Mr. Stark reminded him, as he grabbed Peter's back with his hand. He slid his other hand under his legs, and carefully stood up with the small, injured teenager gathered in his arms.

Peter let out a small groan, his eyes clasping shut as he was lifted into the air. "Mr. Stark Sir?" Ned spoke up, as Tony adjusted Peter in his arms once he was standing.

Tony turned and looked at him. Ned looked down at his hands, and fiddled with his fingers. "Will he be okay?" He finally asked, looking back up at the man. The whole class looked at him expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"He'll be fine."

That seemed to ease some of the tension in the room. Putting his face plate back on, he turned carefully so he didn't jostle the kid to much, and he left the room, leaving the group of worried teenagers behind.

A/N: This chapter was really short, but anyways. Guess I'll be making a third chapter =)